If a quiet voice is to blame,
then please.
I humble myself.
But don't you miss the wind whispering?
the quiet murmur of life?
the things that happen in the slowness?
Let me then SHOUT: I'm not at fault!
I'm not a child. I'm not rude.
I'm not to be belittled in my place,
my store,
my pride.
My soul lives in these halls and
It's not for you to tear apart.
My excuses are no longer yours.
If a quiet voice is to blame,
then please.
I humble myself.
But don't you miss the wind whispering?
the quiet murmur of life?
the things that happen in the slowness?
Let me then SHOUT: I'm not at fault!
I'm not a child. I'm not rude.
I'm not to be belittled in my place,
my store,
my pride.
My soul lives in these halls and
It's not for you to tear apart.
My excuses are no longer yours.
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